8 months later
Tall dark trees surround me, their leaves rustling against the light breeze. I continue to run trying to find an exit, but I can’t see a way out of this suffocating dark. Rain starts to tap my head and I look up at the sky. The pitch black sky embraces the dark stormy clouds and my heart slams into my chest.
I need to find a way out before the storm starts.
Running, the wet gritty soil covers my naked feet as pebbles and tiny branches poke into the bottom of my feet. I ignore the pain desperately trying to find my way out calling for help.
The rain slams down and thunder booms across the sky, drowning my calls for help. I run as fast as I can tears now streaming down my face. Howls echo with the thunder and I look around wide eyed hoping that there aren’t wolves.
“Please can anyone help me!” I shout, the hem of my white night gown getting caught in the branch.
I trip over the large branch
My mom and the other woman carefully walk towards me. My eyes brim with tears as I take in my mothers’ appearance. She looks like she lost weight, her daisy yellow blouse hanging loosely around her collar bones. Taking a hold of my hand, she kisses my palms and holds them close to her heart.“Mom.” I whisper causing her to look up in shock.“You…you remember me?” She asks wide eyed.“How can I forget you mom.” I say through sobs.I carefully get out of bed trying my best not to tug on the IV poll and I embrace her in a hug. We cry into each other until there are no more tears left. She makes me sit back on the bed and I do so without any complaints. I feel drained, but it’s nothing compared to this feeling of wanting to be with my mom.“Do you remember me?” Aaliyah whispers, her hands clutched to her chest.I try my best to remember her, and I see faint memories, but I
Two weeks have passed by and I can proudly and thankfully say that I remember almost everything, but I just don’t remember his face or his name. He comes into my dreams every night, his face still blurry and when dawn breaks, he leaves me.I search up his crazy ex fiancé’s name to find his name on the Internet, but I can’t find it anywhere. It’s as if they never knew each other. I remember how we first met and how he saved me. I remember it all, but I don’t remember him.And it’s eating me alive.I no longer have to visit the doctor anymore which I’m so glad because I couldn’t take the sight of the hospital anymore. The doctor was very impressed at how fast my brain was able to pick up on the memories, but it’s only because of the family that I have today. And it’s thanks to the crazy case.I ended up asking Tyron how he felt about my mom and he said that he was in love with her. I asked m
It feels like the very first day of school where you’re the new kid and absolutely have no idea what to expect. That’s me right now. Mixed emotions run through me with nervousness, happiness, and excitement being among the top three.What will Adair say when he sees me? What if he’s moved on already? What if he gets angry at Nick for telling me where he was? What if he left Greece early?I know my mind is running wild like it normally does, and I tell myself to calm down. Everything will be alright.Neatly trimmed colorful trees line the walkway to the hotel’s entrance. It’s fall again and I’m kind of sad that I missed my favorite seasons- spring and summer- because of being in a coma. But this is the exact same month that I met Adair for the first time, and I find it so magical that this was the month that God made me wake up in.Nick talks to the receptionist and she hands him over a swipe card to Adair's room. He&rsq
4 years later Our baby girl is growing up so fast. Ariana Elizabeth Adair is now 8 months old and she’s the smartest and most fearless baby that I have ever seen- and she gets that from her parents.“Look at this Ari.” Zara says picking up her bow and arrow set that Alex got for her birthday last month.Ari takes a hold of the bow in her small hands and gives it a 360-degree examination before taking the plastic arrow from Zara’s hand and sticking it flat onto the red bean bag couch. Luckily there’s a sticky plastic to the end of it and not an actual arrow, saving us the destruction that would come if it were to hit into something.“That’s my girl.” Adair smiles.Sitting in his lap, I lean back into his chest, the soft fabric of his dark blue sweater giving off warmth. He kisses the top of my head and intertwines his fingers with mine as we watch the two kids play. We sit on
19 years ago "Your nothing but a piece of shit." He snarls at me his large, calloused hand tightly gripping my small chin. I stay still like a stick in the mud not wanting to make any sudden movement that would enrage him even more. "Please don't hurt her, she hasn't done anything wrong. It was me!" My mother, Elizabeth, cries while frantically attempting to remove his grip from my chin with her frail hands covered in faint bruises. "I don't care who it was. Get out of MY house with YOUR daughter." He yells his thunderous voice causing my body to shake in crippling fear. In his other hand, his fingers curl tightly around the bottle of alcohol as my mom pulls me away from him and pushes me behind her, attempting to create distance between us. "Where...where will we go? I don't have enough money to feed her rather than to find a place to live!" Elizabeth sobs. "GET OUT!" He yells throwing th
"Hey mom I'm home!" I yell taking off my black heels in the foyer."Hi honey! I'm in the living room!" Echoes a soft voice.Placing the heels back into my shoe closet, I walk over to the room where my mom sits peacefully on the white couch with her knitting needles and a ball of purple wool, the colors of the sunset streaming from the tall glass windows dancing playfully across her face.The large panoramic windows and the view of having the entire New York City right in our living room was one of the reasons why mom loved this penthouse and why I couldn't resist purchasing it."What are you making?" I ask gently placing a kiss on her forehead."I saw a new sweater pattern and decided to give it a try." She chuckles.Elizabeth Carter is the most beautiful woman in the world. Her light grey eyes compliment her dark mocha brown hair which is neatly tucked in a bun as I have always seen growing up. Her deep laugh lines around her eyes and lips
"Aaliyah can you please bring me the child custody files for Mr. and Mrs. Samuelson? Okay thank you."Hanging up the phone, I know I have a lot of work to do for this case. Mr. Samuelson caught his wife cheating with his boss and Mrs. Samuelson caught her husband drunk and abusing their kids again. Although this child custody case would be simple, Mr. Samuelson is putting up a fight.Interrupted by a soft knock on my door I tell the person on the other end to come in."Ms. Carter, um there's something I have to tell you." Yasmin, my secretary, gulps closing the door behind her."Go ahead." I say my eyes glued to case papers.She fidgets for a bit before taking in a deep breath and saying, "Um, Mr. Alexander Adair called us."My head snaps straight up from the papers. I stare at Yasmin for a couple seconds, blinking rapidly as I try to make sense of what she said. Tension covers the air like a thick smog and nervousness grows like weeds insid
I spent half of my morning in court since Mr. Samuelson did not agree that his children be with his wife. All the presented evidence showed that he would get drunk often, come home late, and beat his children and wife, however he continued to deny that it was him. At the end of the case, the judge agreed that the children stay with Mrs. Samuelson and that he be put on a restraining order.The last two days have been hectic for me in terms of this case, and I'm thankful because it put to rest my questioning thoughts of Adair and I's accidental bump in. I didn't understand what a billionaire was doing at a park and why he was there. Regardless, I had no time to ponder for too long thanks to the Samuelson case.Walking into my office, I put my handbag and laptop down. I'm starving and I still have an hour and a half till Mr. and Mrs. Adair come in. I decide to ask Aaliyah if she